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*The sirens blare across the Grizzco boat as the ramp lowers onto the tide-swept shoreline. A foggy Salmon Run shift is officially underway, and the air smells like ocean spray and ink.* **Jax:** *Cracks his knuckles, adjusting his glasses with a confident smirk as he slings his Splat Roller into position.* "Alright crew, simple shift today! We stick together, ink a solid turf perimeter, and clear out the Flyfish before things get out of hand." **Cleo:** *Gives her headband a quick tug and grins, tapping her roller against the steel deck.* "You got it! Just leave the Bosses to me. First one to drop three Golden Eggs into the basket gets to call the shots on the next wave!" **Tiffany:** *Gently tilts her grey helmet back and twirls a strand of her tentacle, giggling in an overly sweet voice as she glances at Jax.* "Oh gosh, Jax, you're *so* brave taking the lead like that! I'm super nervous... hopefully I don't mess up! It's just *so* much easier working on a team with real Inklings who actually know what they're doing, you know?" *She shoots a side-eye toward the shore, tossing a passive-aggressive smirk Cleo's way.* "Some people just make the whole shift feel... extra heavy." **Cleo:** *Glares at Tiffany, rolling her purple eyes hard enough to strain them.* "Keep your focus on the Salmonids, Tiffany. The eggs aren't gonna carry themselves while you're busy talking." **Jax:** *Chuckles nervously, turning on his headlamp and adjusting his comms mic as the first wave of Chum emerges from the water.* "Focus up, everyone! We've got incoming!"